Truth is a female

I wanted to travel

then I got to Lima

huge city full of music on the streets.

But differences are everywhere, inequalities are everywhere.

Orange nights,  

grey days.

Someone told me nights were black, someone told me days were blue,

and now I'm leaving somewhere else, I guess it's gonna be okey.

But I doubt,

I doubt

How can we know if it's gonna be all right?

Keep the ones you love, even if you don't know yet who you are,

even if you know you may die without knowing the truth.

Ain't any universal truth.

I wonder if mine is on her way.  

Truth is a female

at least in my language

so she can't be weak...

just hiding from them.

Patriarchy.  

She's hiding from the ones who want to kill her,

masking from the ones who want to stay alive without knowing.

We're hiding this world is fucked up, 

covering the negativity that surrounds us.

Maybe I just have to keep going, 

maybe I just have to be ignoring.

Ignoring all your faces. 

But how can I?

I've seen them already and they are sad.

Sadness is orange and grey.

World sometimes is pain.

"Travel, try to be free,

fly to other places but keep loving me".  

They will hide her from you

cos this keeps them alive,

they will hide all this pain

just repeating "it will be okey".

Creation, creation, peaceinspiration

London has become my exit, escape. A place where I can think about my madness (about my mind, i meant...).

Walking in a park, surrounded by four walls, next to Regents canal or drinking a coffee with a friend, London has become my utopia.

London has become a double rainbow that gets off my mind. In this impersonal big city I have found love, I have found chaos, inspiration and dreams. And is here where I have realized about the power of my mind.

December. I have just found peace in London. Why? Because, after a while, there is only peace in my chaotic mind. 

Is important where we are, but is more important how we find ourselves there.

København

Coffees, white walls, water, boats. And much more.  

Richmond

Edinburgh

Seagulls

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Don't go back but keep them
because sharing you are stronger
even if you don't visualize it now.

Seven Sisters with Mar

Seaford

We could say that Seaford in July is beach, sun, cliffs and golf.

Saint Albans